Samuel Rixon
Mar 18, 2010 21:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Samuel Rixon on Mar 18, 2010 21:52:32 GMT -5
... This time it's on the right account. ^_^;
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The Basics[/u][/size]
Name: Samuel Joshua Rixon
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Klutz, Pyro (short for Pyromaniac)
Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Elemental based – Pyrokinetic – Controls the kinetic energy of atoms to generate, control, or absorb fire. He does this mostly visually, though he seems to have better control with his hands. The problem is, Sam’s pretty useless at this. Either he can’t make it work when he wants it to, or... it works when he doesn’t want it to. He tends to get burned a lot when he tries to absorb flames, or light things on fire he really shouldn’t be burning. The downside to his power is easy. He has an intolerance for the cold. Cold weather, cold drinks. You might laugh if he’s bundled in a heavy winter coat, and you’re out in a hoodie, but he’s freezing. If he’s not warm, he’s not happy. His natural body temperature is alarmingly warm, like he has a constant fever, but he's comfortable like that. For his ability, it's normal. He's only in trouble if his core temperature drops.
Play By: Jackson Rathbone
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The Details
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? Nada
Any Scars? A few burns, here and there, mostly small ones on his hands.
General Appearance: I could be silly here, and tell you all how cute and fluffy Sammy is, and how much you’re all going to fall in love with him. But... that’s so cliché. Besides. Sam doesn’t ‘get’ love. So sit down, shut up, and listen. And stop staring into his eyes. It’s not a good idea. No, a really bad idea.
For starters, he’s fairly on par with height for a seventeen year old. He almost hits six feet, just a few inches shy. It’s the same with his build. He’s not chubby, he’s not anorexic, he’s not a steroid pumped mass of muscle. He’s your typical high school student. Except for the fire thing. Ignore that. If you passed him on the street, he’d look like your average teenager.
He does have this little boy edge to him. When he smiles, he’s got dimples, and he uses them to his advantage, trust me. His hair is naturally dark and wavy. He’ll straighten it occasionally, when he’s sure none of his friends or dorm mates are around. It’s rare he has it cut short, and that is usually the result of being physically wrestled to the barber’s, when he’s home on break. He likes it on the longer side, so that’s where it stays. His eyes are a piercing green, but I’d be careful looking into them. It’s one of the ways he can influence fire, visually. Don’t stand in his way when that happens. You’ll know. His eyes actually flicker, change from their usual green to an odd mix of red and orange.
When it comes to fashion, Sam has two gears. Trendy, and ‘I don’t give a crap.’ The ‘I don’t give a crap’ look is particularly attractive. It tends to consist of wrinkled t-shirts that have been sitting on the floor for days, and jeans he’s really not sure if they’re clean or not. This is usually the result of him sleeping in and being in a rush, or else he just can’t be bothered to try. We all have bad days. On the days he actually tries, he can be trendy. He pays attention to what the other guys are wearing. Though he can’t get his head around the ridiculous skinny jean trend (he’s not sure if he could stuff his ass into a pair, to be honest), he’s usually fairly well put together. If he doesn’t sleep in.
Personality: Playful, dorky, flirtatious, and just a little bit clumsy. That’s Sam in a nutshell.
Sam’s rarely serious. Even after he’s just done something wrong, such as start a tiny fire somewhere he shouldn’t (which is... well... just about everywhere), he’s usually laughing. Laughing, and panicking. He’s the kid in the back of the room the teachers hate. He’s always cracking jokes, shouting out answers that are so far from right it’s insane. It’s not that he can’t concentrate, or be serious. He just doesn’t like to.
He’s clumsy as an ox. I’ll say it now. The boy will trip over anything. Uneven floors, his shoelaces, thin air. Many things will make him kiss the floor, or narrowly escape it. A klutzy teenager with the ability to burn your butt. I think he needs to come with a warning label.
He’s flirty, too. He’ll be especially persistent if you’re clever. He’ll propose sex if you help him with homework, or help him study. He’ll flirt for other reasons, too, of course. He likes to hook up. Note, ‘hook up’ does not equal a serious relationship. Sam’s naturally flighty, and he has much more fun with short, random hook-ups than actual relationships. Relationships mean work, and work doesn’t interest Sam.
That’s probably why he’s so terrible with controlling his element. Sam is supposed to be able to control fire. Create it, manipulate it, absorb it. But... while he does demonstrate this from time to time, it’s far more frequent that he’ll inadvertently light something up. Or burn himself when he tries to absorb whatever he’s just done. Consequently, his favourite word to say is ‘oops.’ Right up there is ‘I didn’t mean to!’ and ‘Wow. I didn’t think that was flammable.’ You don’t want to be burned? Stay away from him.
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Your Vices
Likes:
+ When fire actually obeys him
+ Girls
+ Sex
+ Flirting
+ Trading sexual favors for help with homework
+ Coffee (if he doesn’t have it, he doesn’t function. Period.)
+ Pinball
+ Junk food
+ Cheesy slasher films (Friday the 13th, anyone?)
+ Being warm
+ Comic books
+ Batman movies
+ Trying new things (especially food)
+ Lizards
+ Bright colors
+ Going barefoot
+ Bugs
+ Video games
+ Music, especially old school rock ‘n roll
+ Weed, on occasion
Dislikes:
- When fire doesn’t listen to him
- Burns
- Being cold
- Blood (he’s pathetically squeamish)
- Early mornings
- Rap/Country music
- Cold drinks
- Alcohol
- Birds
- Fish (to eat or to look at – fish are weird)
- Rain
- Being forced to apologize
- Haircuts
- Being ignored
- Deep water
- Homework
- His siblings, when they yell at him
Strengths:
+ Charming others into getting his way
+ Brave, for the most part – a bit of a daredevil, as long as it doesn’t involve blood
+ He’s got an impressive knowledge of older music
+ Getting into trouble
+ Not afraid to try new things
+ Fiercely loyal
Weaknesses:
- Actually, you know, controlling fire
- Stubborn
- Can, and will, faint at the sight of blood or any other nasty injury
- Getting out of trouble
- Marginally needy (whines when he’s ignored)
- Coffee (offer him coffee, and he’ll be slave for life)
- The cold – physical weakness. He gets cold very quickly, even in mild temperatures
Fears:
- Birds (completely irrational, he’s just convinced they’re all out to peck him to death)
- Doing some serious damage with fire, to something or someone (unintentionally, of course)
Secret:
- He does weed occasionally. If his parents knew, he’d be dead
- Same with exchanging sex for homework help – parents know, he’s dead
- The fact that he faints at blood – he doesn’t like people knowing
- He once got very, very drunk, and a little high, and ended up sleeping with his friend, Vincent. That is a secret he will take to his grave. And he pays Vincent to KEEP it that way.
- He occasionally has an issue with sustaining himself during sex... as in... sometimes he's a little early to the party...
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Family Ties
Mother: Heather Meredith Rixon, 47
Father: Joshua Daniel Rixon, 46
Siblings:
- Miranda, 26
- Kevin, 24
- Kaitlyn, 23
- Rachel, 21
- Bryan, 12
Any Other Important People:
- Rob, Miranda’s husband – Sam doesn’t really get along with his brother in law
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History
Samuel Joshua Rixon was born almost last in a long line of siblings. Preceding him were all of his sisters, and one older brother – Miranda, Kevin, Kaitlyn, and Rachel. Behind him trailed his younger brother, Bryan. As a young child, Sam was coddled by his sisters (the oldest of which was ten when he was born) and bossed around by his older brother. And then Bryan came around. The spotlight was stolen, which didn’t exactly please the two year old. But really, what’s cuter than a new baby?
Needless to say, Sammy wasn’t fond of Bryan. At all. In fact, he once tried to give his brother away at the park. Too bad his mother caught him. That earned him a good number of time outs.
As he got older, Sam learned to tolerate his little brother. Much like Kevin had once bossed him around, and blamed things on him, Sam discovered a fantastic scapegoat in Bryan. Who spilled grape juice on the nice white carpet? Bryan, of course. Who broke the lamp? Bryan. Maybe he didn’t hate his brother so much.
Of all his siblings, only one other is talented like Sam is. His middle sister, Kaitlyn, found she had healing powers, which were useful. So his parents were familiar with Hammel, and were a little more prepared for the possibility of one of their other children might demonstrate something extraordinary.
Unfortunately, they weren’t prepared for their curtains to be engulfed in flames, because their sixteen year old son was angry with one of his sisters. It didn’t take long for Sam to be found, and brought (willingly – anything to get out of the nuthouse) to the Institute. Sam has been here for a year, now. He really hadn’t made a lot of progress in controlling his element. He spends far more time goofing off than actually working.
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Roleplay Example
Because Sammy was sweet and gave me a tiny bit of muse to play with. <3
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What About You?
Name: Mads
Age: 22
Experience: Like... 5 years.
How Did You Find Us? Magic sunglasses. ^_~
Ready To Play? Not 'till the site's done.
~
The Basics[/u][/size]
Name: Samuel Joshua Rixon
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Klutz, Pyro (short for Pyromaniac)
Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Elemental based – Pyrokinetic – Controls the kinetic energy of atoms to generate, control, or absorb fire. He does this mostly visually, though he seems to have better control with his hands. The problem is, Sam’s pretty useless at this. Either he can’t make it work when he wants it to, or... it works when he doesn’t want it to. He tends to get burned a lot when he tries to absorb flames, or light things on fire he really shouldn’t be burning. The downside to his power is easy. He has an intolerance for the cold. Cold weather, cold drinks. You might laugh if he’s bundled in a heavy winter coat, and you’re out in a hoodie, but he’s freezing. If he’s not warm, he’s not happy. His natural body temperature is alarmingly warm, like he has a constant fever, but he's comfortable like that. For his ability, it's normal. He's only in trouble if his core temperature drops.
Play By: Jackson Rathbone
~
The Details
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? Nada
Any Scars? A few burns, here and there, mostly small ones on his hands.
General Appearance: I could be silly here, and tell you all how cute and fluffy Sammy is, and how much you’re all going to fall in love with him. But... that’s so cliché. Besides. Sam doesn’t ‘get’ love. So sit down, shut up, and listen. And stop staring into his eyes. It’s not a good idea. No, a really bad idea.
For starters, he’s fairly on par with height for a seventeen year old. He almost hits six feet, just a few inches shy. It’s the same with his build. He’s not chubby, he’s not anorexic, he’s not a steroid pumped mass of muscle. He’s your typical high school student. Except for the fire thing. Ignore that. If you passed him on the street, he’d look like your average teenager.
He does have this little boy edge to him. When he smiles, he’s got dimples, and he uses them to his advantage, trust me. His hair is naturally dark and wavy. He’ll straighten it occasionally, when he’s sure none of his friends or dorm mates are around. It’s rare he has it cut short, and that is usually the result of being physically wrestled to the barber’s, when he’s home on break. He likes it on the longer side, so that’s where it stays. His eyes are a piercing green, but I’d be careful looking into them. It’s one of the ways he can influence fire, visually. Don’t stand in his way when that happens. You’ll know. His eyes actually flicker, change from their usual green to an odd mix of red and orange.
When it comes to fashion, Sam has two gears. Trendy, and ‘I don’t give a crap.’ The ‘I don’t give a crap’ look is particularly attractive. It tends to consist of wrinkled t-shirts that have been sitting on the floor for days, and jeans he’s really not sure if they’re clean or not. This is usually the result of him sleeping in and being in a rush, or else he just can’t be bothered to try. We all have bad days. On the days he actually tries, he can be trendy. He pays attention to what the other guys are wearing. Though he can’t get his head around the ridiculous skinny jean trend (he’s not sure if he could stuff his ass into a pair, to be honest), he’s usually fairly well put together. If he doesn’t sleep in.
Personality: Playful, dorky, flirtatious, and just a little bit clumsy. That’s Sam in a nutshell.
Sam’s rarely serious. Even after he’s just done something wrong, such as start a tiny fire somewhere he shouldn’t (which is... well... just about everywhere), he’s usually laughing. Laughing, and panicking. He’s the kid in the back of the room the teachers hate. He’s always cracking jokes, shouting out answers that are so far from right it’s insane. It’s not that he can’t concentrate, or be serious. He just doesn’t like to.
He’s clumsy as an ox. I’ll say it now. The boy will trip over anything. Uneven floors, his shoelaces, thin air. Many things will make him kiss the floor, or narrowly escape it. A klutzy teenager with the ability to burn your butt. I think he needs to come with a warning label.
He’s flirty, too. He’ll be especially persistent if you’re clever. He’ll propose sex if you help him with homework, or help him study. He’ll flirt for other reasons, too, of course. He likes to hook up. Note, ‘hook up’ does not equal a serious relationship. Sam’s naturally flighty, and he has much more fun with short, random hook-ups than actual relationships. Relationships mean work, and work doesn’t interest Sam.
That’s probably why he’s so terrible with controlling his element. Sam is supposed to be able to control fire. Create it, manipulate it, absorb it. But... while he does demonstrate this from time to time, it’s far more frequent that he’ll inadvertently light something up. Or burn himself when he tries to absorb whatever he’s just done. Consequently, his favourite word to say is ‘oops.’ Right up there is ‘I didn’t mean to!’ and ‘Wow. I didn’t think that was flammable.’ You don’t want to be burned? Stay away from him.
~
Your Vices
Likes:
+ When fire actually obeys him
+ Girls
+ Sex
+ Flirting
+ Trading sexual favors for help with homework
+ Coffee (if he doesn’t have it, he doesn’t function. Period.)
+ Pinball
+ Junk food
+ Cheesy slasher films (Friday the 13th, anyone?)
+ Being warm
+ Comic books
+ Batman movies
+ Trying new things (especially food)
+ Lizards
+ Bright colors
+ Going barefoot
+ Bugs
+ Video games
+ Music, especially old school rock ‘n roll
+ Weed, on occasion
Dislikes:
- When fire doesn’t listen to him
- Burns
- Being cold
- Blood (he’s pathetically squeamish)
- Early mornings
- Rap/Country music
- Cold drinks
- Alcohol
- Birds
- Fish (to eat or to look at – fish are weird)
- Rain
- Being forced to apologize
- Haircuts
- Being ignored
- Deep water
- Homework
- His siblings, when they yell at him
Strengths:
+ Charming others into getting his way
+ Brave, for the most part – a bit of a daredevil, as long as it doesn’t involve blood
+ He’s got an impressive knowledge of older music
+ Getting into trouble
+ Not afraid to try new things
+ Fiercely loyal
Weaknesses:
- Actually, you know, controlling fire
- Stubborn
- Can, and will, faint at the sight of blood or any other nasty injury
- Getting out of trouble
- Marginally needy (whines when he’s ignored)
- Coffee (offer him coffee, and he’ll be slave for life)
- The cold – physical weakness. He gets cold very quickly, even in mild temperatures
Fears:
- Birds (completely irrational, he’s just convinced they’re all out to peck him to death)
- Doing some serious damage with fire, to something or someone (unintentionally, of course)
Secret:
- He does weed occasionally. If his parents knew, he’d be dead
- Same with exchanging sex for homework help – parents know, he’s dead
- The fact that he faints at blood – he doesn’t like people knowing
- He once got very, very drunk, and a little high, and ended up sleeping with his friend, Vincent. That is a secret he will take to his grave. And he pays Vincent to KEEP it that way.
- He occasionally has an issue with sustaining himself during sex... as in... sometimes he's a little early to the party...
~
Family Ties
Mother: Heather Meredith Rixon, 47
Father: Joshua Daniel Rixon, 46
Siblings:
- Miranda, 26
- Kevin, 24
- Kaitlyn, 23
- Rachel, 21
- Bryan, 12
Any Other Important People:
- Rob, Miranda’s husband – Sam doesn’t really get along with his brother in law
~
History
Samuel Joshua Rixon was born almost last in a long line of siblings. Preceding him were all of his sisters, and one older brother – Miranda, Kevin, Kaitlyn, and Rachel. Behind him trailed his younger brother, Bryan. As a young child, Sam was coddled by his sisters (the oldest of which was ten when he was born) and bossed around by his older brother. And then Bryan came around. The spotlight was stolen, which didn’t exactly please the two year old. But really, what’s cuter than a new baby?
Needless to say, Sammy wasn’t fond of Bryan. At all. In fact, he once tried to give his brother away at the park. Too bad his mother caught him. That earned him a good number of time outs.
As he got older, Sam learned to tolerate his little brother. Much like Kevin had once bossed him around, and blamed things on him, Sam discovered a fantastic scapegoat in Bryan. Who spilled grape juice on the nice white carpet? Bryan, of course. Who broke the lamp? Bryan. Maybe he didn’t hate his brother so much.
Of all his siblings, only one other is talented like Sam is. His middle sister, Kaitlyn, found she had healing powers, which were useful. So his parents were familiar with Hammel, and were a little more prepared for the possibility of one of their other children might demonstrate something extraordinary.
Unfortunately, they weren’t prepared for their curtains to be engulfed in flames, because their sixteen year old son was angry with one of his sisters. It didn’t take long for Sam to be found, and brought (willingly – anything to get out of the nuthouse) to the Institute. Sam has been here for a year, now. He really hadn’t made a lot of progress in controlling his element. He spends far more time goofing off than actually working.
~
Roleplay Example
Because Sammy was sweet and gave me a tiny bit of muse to play with. <3
“Oops.”
That’s never a good thing to hear. Especially not out of an elemental manipulator. ... And it’s really not good if it’s a Pyrokinetic. Named Sam.
Said Pyrokinetic was currently staring in slight horror. He’d just singed the edge of his teacher’s desk. And he hadn’t even meant to. Honestly. It was just one of those things. He’d known it was coming. That sudden surge of heat from within his body, the hazed over vision, and then bang, flames. Thank god they had a Hydrokinetic in the class, too. She’d doused the flames with ease, and rolled her eyes at him. He’d just offered a sheepish smile, and a little shrug. Most of his classmates didn’t even blink anymore when he set something off. It was just an accepted fact. During class on any given day, something was probably going to be set on fire. Intentional or not.
“Oh maaaan. Kilbourne’s gonna kill you, dude.” One of Sam’s friends grinned and slapped him on the back. “It was nice knowing ya.” Sam rolled his eyes. Kilbourne wasn’t that bad. ... Okay, so he picked on a Sam a little, and the little pyro knew he was trying to help him get control. But really, how bad was a tiny fire here and there? He’d get the hang of it eventually.
“No he’s not. He’s gonna roll his eyes and tell me I’ve got detention, so we can work on it one on one. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.” Sam shrugged and perched on his desk. It seemed he spent a lot of time in detention. Not that it bothered him. Not much did. He hugged his arms across his chest, pulling his hoodie closer. His friend offered out one of the earbuds of his iPod, which Sam took, and in moments they were bopping their heads, singing off key, and a little louder than they should have been just before class. But, hey, Kilbourne wasn’t there yet. What he didn’t see wouldn’t hurt him.
[/justify]That’s never a good thing to hear. Especially not out of an elemental manipulator. ... And it’s really not good if it’s a Pyrokinetic. Named Sam.
Said Pyrokinetic was currently staring in slight horror. He’d just singed the edge of his teacher’s desk. And he hadn’t even meant to. Honestly. It was just one of those things. He’d known it was coming. That sudden surge of heat from within his body, the hazed over vision, and then bang, flames. Thank god they had a Hydrokinetic in the class, too. She’d doused the flames with ease, and rolled her eyes at him. He’d just offered a sheepish smile, and a little shrug. Most of his classmates didn’t even blink anymore when he set something off. It was just an accepted fact. During class on any given day, something was probably going to be set on fire. Intentional or not.
“Oh maaaan. Kilbourne’s gonna kill you, dude.” One of Sam’s friends grinned and slapped him on the back. “It was nice knowing ya.” Sam rolled his eyes. Kilbourne wasn’t that bad. ... Okay, so he picked on a Sam a little, and the little pyro knew he was trying to help him get control. But really, how bad was a tiny fire here and there? He’d get the hang of it eventually.
“No he’s not. He’s gonna roll his eyes and tell me I’ve got detention, so we can work on it one on one. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.” Sam shrugged and perched on his desk. It seemed he spent a lot of time in detention. Not that it bothered him. Not much did. He hugged his arms across his chest, pulling his hoodie closer. His friend offered out one of the earbuds of his iPod, which Sam took, and in moments they were bopping their heads, singing off key, and a little louder than they should have been just before class. But, hey, Kilbourne wasn’t there yet. What he didn’t see wouldn’t hurt him.
~
What About You?
Name: Mads
Age: 22
Experience: Like... 5 years.
How Did You Find Us? Magic sunglasses. ^_~
Ready To Play? Not 'till the site's done.
